Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Tonight when I came home, I noticed a package on my door step and it was from SparkPeople. I opened it up and I was selected to try out some products from Metamucil. I had put my hat in the ring, but it had been awhile back and kind of forgot about it, but when I opened the package up, I instantly jumped up and down for joy (inside...my ankle hasn't healed yet)! I have a 30 day supply of 2 of the products which I have to do for 30 days and then I have another product that I can try when I feel like. I will get a survey later on where I get to sound off what I think.
I'm so happy because I eat their wafer bars so it will be interesting to see how this goes and hopefully if enough of us have good results, we will have some more products on the market. This has really fired me up more than I already am to get where I need to go. It's the simple things really isn't it that just make us think....
I got some stuff for my flat feet and ankle and I did a test run today and no pain in my ankle and my arches were not killing me today. I'm going to do another little test run tomorrow. I forgot my tracker so I want to see what happens when I hit the elusive 3000 steps. That seems to be when the pain comes.
I'm very proud of myself. Even though I'm not happy with the inches gained or the scale at the 200 mark, I'm proud of the small victories I'm seeing. This has been the worse year personally. I've lost 3 relatives all within a 3 month period. I'm trying to rebuild my life after losing a job I had for 11 years. I'm just a temp and the hours are not the best. They actually suck because it's really bumming my daughter out. She misses me so much, but we make the best of it. Then to top it off. I have this dippy ankle injury! Last year, this would have easily been a 15 to 20 lb gain, but somehow I'm holding the line and trying to make things happen.
I'm tired of injuries holding me back. I'm tired of watching on the sidelines and seeing people I respect achieve goals that deep down I know I'm capable of.
I look at my dad and he's getting so heavy again and he's getting sick again and I hear he's not eating well from my daughter and it makes me sad and angry because he should be taking better care of himself and I realize that if I don't get my act together, that will be me in 20+ years, but worse, because my mobility is at stake. Anyone who knows me, my mobility...my independence is everything to me.
I look at my daughter and I know she needs me at my best and I know that right now, I'm her hero because I'm not a quitter. I keep fighting. I keep going. It doesn't matter what aches or pains I have, I try to work around it and that makes me feel good.
So I'm fired up. I'm ready. Let the games begin!